North of the River Province, Zhenwu Mountain.
In the early morning, just as dawn began to break, the chanting of sutras echoed atop the Zhenwu Golden Summit.
At this hour, the scenic area had yet to open, no visitors had climbed the mountain, and the daily early morning rites had already begun.
Incense smoke curled gently, the sound of chanting resonated before the mountain gate, clouds rolling and mist rising, birds singing in the Empty Valley—a scene worthy of a famed Immortal Family mountain.
"Pojie Senior Brother, I brought you a good gift on this trip down the mountain."
Inside Qingwei Palace, Xia Weisheng was hugging a smart foot-washing bucket, presenting it to Taoist Pojie—the third-generation smart chip, temperature control, targeting foot acupoints, complete with nineteen massage modes...
"Senior Brother, I remember you love washing your feet the most."
